Qou Vadis? Poem by RIC BASTASA

he said one night he got the moon
under his arms and he was serious

we were so afraid and so we believe him
he laughed so hard
that the moon fell out from his arms
it escaped
and took its comfort again in the skies

he gazed at the moon and realized
there is logic for things to be just right there in their proper places
we confirm him again
back to our arms

he bleeds and now he shall be healed again
even without the moon under his arms

where to, cousin?